I’m no Don Lever. The only poetry I pay much attention to is the musical kind. I figured I’d kick it off with something based on “The Night they Drove old Dixie Down” because Levon Helm was one of the good ones. I realize that Robertson wrote the song but he didn’t die recently and it was Levon that made the song what it was anyway.

Here’s the tune for any of you that aren’t familiar with it (coincidentally, if this is the case then you should feel some shame and listen to it about 10 times in a row to make up for lost time): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VShpcqd3zE

The Year They Bring Old Stanley home

Ryan Kesler’s his name and he was the heart of his team‘Til several injuries came and took away some of his steamIn the summer of twenty eleven, they took on the Bruins, in a game 7By June the 15th, our team had fellIt’s a time I remember oh so well

The year they broke my fuckin heartAll the streets they were burningThe year they broke my fuckin heartOld feelings were returningI said “Marchand: I’ll be blunt, I’d like to kick you, right in the......vagina”

Back in the year of ’82, they didn’t have enough to winAnd I remember in ’89 when Joel Otto kicked it inThen in the summer of ‘94, they got me hooked like never beforeCame back from 3-1, to beat the FlamesBut against the Rags they could not do the same

The year they broke my fuckin heartAll the streets they were burningThe year they broke my fuckin heartAnd the fans were left yearningThey said “booo hoo hoo hoo hoo, boo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo”

Back with my cat it’s twenty thirteen, when one day he called to me "Spooner, quick, come see, look who’s playing goal-ie" Now I don’t mind if the stars don’t align, and I don't mind putting my heart on the lineI still tell myself they can beat the rest But they will have to play their very best

Naaaa na na na na na, na na na, na na na na na

Like my father before me, I will cheer for this team And though it may be fantasy, I’ll continue to dream That one day they’ll raise it up, beat them all and they’ll win a cup The victory will be so sweet‘Cause we know what it’s like to taste defeat

The year they bring ol’ Stanley homeAll the bells will be ringingThe year they bring ol’ Stanley homeAnd we will be singingWe’ll sing “Yeaah we finally won, holy shit, what a fuckin run”

This is the endMy on line friendsThis is the endCC brethren, the endOf GMMG’s plans, the endIt’s AV’s final stand, the endTo none of our surprise, the endWe’ll never see this team...again

Can you picture, can you seeA Cup winning teamWe are desperately in need...of some...God like handFans in...never landLost in Canuckdom...the never ending painAre we, all insaneAre our, hopes inaneWaiting for the summer trades, yeah

This is the endOur dreams oppressed, againThis is the endOf this core group, the endWill it hurt to, set them freeDid they, ever follow meThe end of laughter and Swedish tryThe end of nights they make us dieThis is the end

I see team with a dream ........ coming through I see em win..... for me and for you And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see jerseys of blue….. and of whiteTouch of green trim….. silver so brightAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The Canucks win in seven.....so much blood .. so much guts Euphoria in Canuckland.....with the fans ..going nutsI hear fans raising voices…..singing.."Kiss Him Goodbye"They're really sayin......"I hope you die"

I hear Thornton cry...... says it shouldn’t be so He’s more of a loser.....than he'll ever know And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

(instrumental break)

The Canucks win in seven.....so much blood .. so much guts Euphoria in Canuckland.....with the fans ..going nutsI hear fans raising voices…..singing.."Kiss Him Goodbye"They're really sayin......"I hope you die"

I hear Thornton cry...... says it shouldn’t be so You know he’s more of a loserSo much more than he knowsAnd I think to myself .....what a wonderful world Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.